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a snicker tugs at his lips and vocal cords, a soft tch escaping him as he turns to face the fox-beast. " you do, do you? " memories fall back to the statue he's seen across the water -- the one on the bridge, tucked in among all of the other false gods that the people of eridia so love to revere. he's paid no attention to any other than that one -- the only one that matters, as far as he's concerned. only kuras' presence troubles him as much as vere's does, though it seems the latter has even more sway over the people here than the good doctor does.

" haven't heard a stereotype about creatures revered as gods in my time, but maybe you're willing to indulge me one of them. perhaps the people of eridia have stranger views than I'd thought. "

it wouldn't be the strangest thing he'd come across, though he does wonder what truths do lay behind the so-called myth of the creature that perhaps truly did stalk through eridia's streets once upon a time. all the thought poses is more questions however, and he figures a dimly lit alleyway in the middle of the evening -- and a few drinks deep -- isn't the greatest place for an interrogation.

saul thought he deserved some sort of award for how quickly he put this all together. it had certainly thrown a wrench into his plans when phoebe refused his previously planned birthday dinner, but saul was nothing if not professional. call it making lemonade out of lemons, or opportunity coming out of adversity, but saul had turned an intimate birthday party into a grand charity luncheon in under two weeks. it helped that he already had the venue hall booked and the vendors paid, but it took just a bit of coaxing and a promise of an added sum to every final bill to really turn things around in record time. somehow, it had all worked out in the end, and the luncheon was rolling along swimmingly… so far.

making another pass around the banquet hall, saul had a flute of a french 75 in hand that he took routine sips from. despite the stress of that morning, making sure that every detail was perfect, saul was in a rather good mood now. a trait inherited from his mother, he enjoyed playing host. it was an easy role for him to slip into, and as he walked around the room to stop by random tables and encourage everyone to donate, saul felt completely in his element. determined to keep his good spirits up and not think about his uncommunicative son still far away in new york, he spotted someone he had yet to talk to that day standing off to the side and swiftly came up to them, “hey, how are you doing? are you having a good time?”

"ah, really?" valar's pale cheeks flush pink, and he scrunches his nose a bit, "i'm flattered i suppose." he laughs, warm and soft, resuming the neat mending he is doing to his cloak. a spell could fix it faster, but it was a simple task that brought him peace, so he didn't mind. the repetiveness soothed him. he sighed, clearly thinking. arabelle is asleep against his side, and so his movements are even slower and gentler as he moves, trying not to disturb the sleeping child.

his voice is quiet as he speaks.

She had messed up again. Hadn’t she? She always did this, tried to seem smart by telling the other a saying, a what was it called again in English, an apothegm? But she always got it wrong. She had hoped to not have to explain it, that the other would just understand. “Well.” She started, gaining composure of herself.

“It’s a saying we have in Sweden, it means that a bad thing that was about to happen didn’t happen as it was supposed to go.” She thought for a moment, “Ooooh. Like when a branch falls down and you just spun away from it just as it swooshes past your head.” To be fair, Rune didn’t even know if they had that saying in Sweden, her home land, or if she had just misinterpreted it and made her own spin on it, per usual.

“What are you?”

The question is blurted less then asked, as the vampire stares at her. She smells old, and yet new. Like something on the edge of decay but still fresh enough to be eaten. He can smell the blood under her skin and hear the beat of her heart but at the same time it doesnt seem right. There’s something wrong with her, and he’d never experienced this before.

Dorian narrowed his eyes, pale blue barely twinkling in the light of the night.

“I know you’re not human, so what are you.”

She liked being the one in control, being the one who knew more about the other than they knew about her. It made her feel powerful, of course she was powerful, as is the other. She can feel it coming off of him, but she wasn’t certain if he was near her level of powerful. She didn’t think he was. Still he was handsome enough and not a rube. 

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